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Mr. Errol he lives on the banks of Lake Arthur

Where your windshield gets foggy, where your back roads

Unwind

It s a long way from Shreveport, not too far from Gueydan

And it s close to the home that I left behind

Yah it s close to the home that I left behind

Mr. Errol s a father, he s a farmer, he s a hunter

And he talks to the ducks and the geese and the blind

He works hard for the lives that he helps to make better

And he lives by the graveyard of the rusted combines

And he held my hand when my boots got too heavy

With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind

We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy

And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines

There s coffee and biscuits on the stove in the kitchen

There s a crack in the ceiling and a screened in front door

And as the fog starts to settle on the banks of Lake Arthur

I can still taste the whiskey from the night just before

It s the Crown Royal whiskey from the night just before

And it s hard to get up at five in the morning

Put your guns, put your shells, put your wine in a sack

We look like some militia in our boots and our camo

With a bird dog named Milo, he s asleep in the back

He held my hand when my boots got too heavy

With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind

We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy

And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines

The combine s a monster, combine s a saviour

Looking down at the blades I can see heaven and hell

Cold steel cut the rice crops for acres and acres

Bill how many barrels? Man I cannot tell

Bill how many dryers? Man I cannot tell

From the banks of Lake Arthur to the Mermentau River

There s water as far as your good eyes can see

At the Lake Arthur bar all the old men get rowdy

They got bottles of whiskey that are older than me

He held my hand when my boots got too heavy

With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind

We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy

And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines

Sometimes I dream of a girl in a pickup

With her window rolled down and her radio on

And you look at the cypress on the Highway 190

And you give her away and you sing Jole Blon

And you give her away and you sing Jole Blon

And Mr. Errol s a good friend he never a stranger

When I come back it seems like I ve always been here

There s a sign in his kitchen it s written in French

If you run out of Schlitz, you ve run out of beer

He held my hand when my boots got too heavy

With the mud from the rice fields coming to my behind

We set out the decoys in the dark on the levy

And we walked through the graveyard of the rusted combines

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